My children, Do you know my love? It is steadfast. It is infinite. It is overpowering. It is submissive. It is freeing and it is crippling.

It is your eyes and your mouth. It is your fingers and your feet. It is your heart. It attaches me to you as both your protector and your captive. It has known you since before you were alive. It has known you since I first dreamt of your existence. It conquers my anger, defeats my disappointment, surmounts my disgust, trounces my misconceptions, subdues my vengeance and vanquishes my hatred. It houses my greatest wishthe exceptional well-being of those to whom it attaches to me. It is wild and promiscuous, giving itself away with little regard to the character of its recipients. It is my blessing, for I know no greater joy than that which it brings me. It is my curse, for I know no greater occupation than that which it demands of me. My love is my guiding force that supersedes any of my passions or obligations. Please, may I never be compelled to defy my love! It is much stronger than I. To ignore it, to cast it aside, is to disrespect its stunning power and grace. I know my loves mightthere does not exist a mightier force. Where it is drawn to you, my children, it cannot be erased. If I should be faced with the threat of an eternity in hell for not suppressing my love for you, I know that eternal condemnation would be a lighter punishment than the wrath my scorned love would rain upon me. If I should be cast from the only society I know for not suppressing my love for you, I know that no life at all would be a lighter punishment than a life of dishonest conformity. Yes, I would take my own life before I defied my love. My sweet, wonderful, beautiful children, do not scare of my rhetoric. Years ago, many Americans banded together against tradition and guaranteed that I, personally, would not meet these hypothetical fates. I was born with a natural attraction to man and my grandparents generation declared that I could marry any man I chose. This is fortunate, because without their declaration, I would not have been able to choose the white man that I did. It was thought that my darker skin color, my kinky unruly hair, and my ancestry all made me less pure than, and unfit for, Patrick. Until just after my mother was born, the law banned people who looked like me from marrying people who looked like Patrick. Nonetheless, my grandparents generation made no such declaration on behalf of the citizens of America who were born with natural attractions not restricted to members of the opposite sex. Today, as I am writing this letter with tears streaming down my face, thousands upon thousands of men, women, and children are not only fighting to ban samesex marriages, but they are also condemning to hell non-straight individuals who do not choose to denounce their true love. I invite all the condemned to feed from my love, but how is it easy for many of them to go on when they have been cast from the only society they know? As I would, they often take their own life for not having the strength to defy their love. My children, I hope that by the time I meet you, these tales of marriage bans will all be a thing of the past. Love, in all its glory, does not discriminatenor should an eternal gesture to honor it. Without denying the strength and importance of religion, know that it is the favorite hiding place of bigotry and hatred. And remember my children, my love will always triumph over those evils, because that is my love.